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Mira couldn’t blame him. She was having a hard time keeping up with herself too. She had never rambled in her entire life, but something about Mikhail and being this close to him made her feel lightheaded and ill at ease. She felt as though she needed to put a paper bag over her head and breathe deeply.

She felt vaguely nauseous too, but she didn’t like to think that it was because of her proximity to Mikhail, because then she would be giving him way too much power, wouldn’t she? Any woman would be nauseous if she found herself on the verge of marrying Edgar Ronald, but now that she was safely out of his reach physically, she had to make allowances for the fact that Edgar couldn’t take credit for her queasiness.

Deliberately, she levered off of his chair and crossed the room, putting some much needed space between them. Her pulse calmed down a bit and her breathing evened out some.

Why did he affect her so much? It had only been one night, after all, and somehow Mikhail managed to affect her way more than any other man ever had in her twenty-five years of existence on earth.

Chapter 14 - Mira

Mira was vastly regretting her decision to find Nikolai and make him any sort of offer. If she had known that Mikhail was Nikolai, she would never have come. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to call the whole thing off and leave?

But the way Mikhail was watching her as carefully as a big jungle cat watching its prey told her it was much too late. He didn’t trust her; plus, she had slapped him in front of everyone whose respect he needed.

If she simply pulled the brakes on her plans now and tried to leave, he would have to kill her to save face. He would do it too; Mira had seen her father kill men for much less serious offences. Besides, she’d spied the bulge of the gun hidden away at his back beneath his suit. She knew enough about guns to know when a person had one on their person.

She wasn’t scared of him, no matter how deadly he thought he was. But she needed a fast solution to her impending marriage. Plus, she still wanted revenge against her father for killing her mother. She could only do that if she married his enemy.

“Okay, I’ll marry you and stay in your villa for a while. Father—Oleg won’t be able to reach me inside your villa, so it’s the safest place in the world for me right now while I figure things out.”

“You call your father by his first name? That’s very... modern of you,” he opined.

Mira met his gaze, letting sincerity shine from her eyes as she declared, “I call my mother’s killer by his first name.”

Shock slashed across Mikhail’s features and he started to say something, but she cut him short. “Don’t ask if I’m sure. I heard him. He just about confessed to it. I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate him. If you think he’s your enemy, he’s twice my enemy, and I want to make him pay for his crimes.”

“Mira—” he tried again.

“Do you want to defeat him or not? I know him better than anyone else does. I know enough about him to be able to destroy him if I wanted. That’s what you get out of our deal, okay? Once we’re married, I’ll tell you everything you need to know about him so you can finally destroy him, and you will agree to grant me a divorce the very first time I ask for one.”

Then, to her horror, tears welled in her eyes and began to spill down her cheeks. Ever since she’d learned about her mother’s death, she had been a watering pot. The wound was so deep and fresh, but to cry in front of Nikolai…

To Mira’s shock, he crossed the room and grabbed her, placing her face against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and held her tight against him as he rocked her, letting her weep profusely against his chest. His kindness undid her and she cried even more bitterly.

When the tears slowed down a bit, he lifted her face to his and placed a gentle kiss against her lips. What started as a comforting kiss quickly flared into a passionate tango, their tongues and lips melding, teasing, and tasting each other.

One bold masculine hand covered her breast. Unable to help herself, Mira arched into his palm. He kissed her deeply and then bent her backward over his hand as he tasted more of her. Juice rushed into her pussy and her wet throbbing core tightened as she began to undulate and press against him, needing his touch, needing his fat dick inside her again.

As though Mikhail had read her mind, one hand drifted beneath her dress and began to stroke her through the soft lace of her panties.

Mira moaned and pressed even harder against him, her legs widening to let him gain access. He pushed aside her panties with one finger and deftly found her soft, wet clitoris. Pleasure exploded behind her eyes and she clung to him, unable to believe this was happening. What was wrong with her? One touch and she was wet and ready?

His hand pressed deeper against her soft folds as his long forefinger slid into her tight wet pussy.

He was just about to start thrusting into her pussy with his finger when someone cleared their throat roughly, bringing them both crashing back to earth with a bang.

They sprang apart, Mikhail already reaching for his gun at his back. He stopped when he saw the smallish, balding, elderly man who was watching them with a beaming smile. He looked almost like a proud father.

Who is he? Mira wondered wildly, wishing the ground beneath her would open so she could vanish into it. More importantly, why was he so happy about finding her in Mikhail’s arms?

The man grinned at her. “I’m Williams Faraday. His lawyer.”

He didn’t look anything like what one might expect a mafia lawyer to look like. He looked like a friendly, harmless pet.

He took her hand as naturally as though he’d known her all his life and led her to a seat, guiding her into it and sitting down right beside her.

Williams leaned toward Mira with a conspiratorial twinkle in his eyes. “What has that boy told you, my dear? You seem like a very nice girl. Do you know who he is and what he does for a living? You have to know all that before you agree to this marriage.”

Sure, she knew what he did for a living, and she’d said yes to his unorthodox proposal, then spread her legs and let him finger her, she thought with self-deprecating humor.

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